Once that was over, I gathered up my sisters and moved them over to my house. Mary Aplin’s baby dedication was on Sunday and I needed some help getting the house in order, lunch for 25 prepared, and 2 baby girls entertained. So they came, with good attitudes, happy hearts, and earnest spirits, to tackle the muck and grime that has accumulated over here. As we cleaned, and booty danced, and sang songs, and cooked, I became more and more aware of just what it was they were doing for me. You see, this was Mom’s old duty…coming up to Birmingham like a one-woman cleaning crew to help me prepare any time I had a party. It was our thing, and there was always that time the night before the party when we were delirious from cleaning, and we’d spend hours on end in the middle of the night making sure every serving dish was angled like it should be on the table and every flower was in its proper place and every dustball had been disposed of… This weekend, for me, could have potentially been very hard–doing it myself and missing her. Instead my sisters, without even realizing whose shoes they were filling, stepped in and worked their butts off, laughing all the while.
My grandma made Mary Aplin’s dress out of lace that Jeremiah’s grandmother collected from travels during her precious life.
Bryan Johnson’s family came to celebrate with us and he took some shots…Can we talk about how excited I am?! I’ll post them as soon as he uploads them, and hopefully we’ll have a better family shot than this.